Why Is It Such a Coincidence Every Time?

"Miss Natasha, I'm Boris!"

"I'm Rell!"

Boris was practically about to cry himself unconscious. Natasha had clearly approached him first back then, yet now she was so familiar with Nalant that she had forgotten him entirely.

As for Rell, he showed no particular expression. He saw things far more clearly than Boris and harbored none of those unrealistic fantasies.

"Hehe, my apologies. So it's Baron Boris and Sir Rell!" Upon hearing their names, Natasha immediately remembered them.

"It's fine, it's fine! Miss Natasha must simply have been too busy and forgotten." Boris was acting like a textbook simp. The moment he saw Natasha's seductive smile, he immediately lost all sense of direction.

"Baron Boris truly is broad-minded. I hear you and Nalant are neighbors. If I have the chance to visit Storm Territory in the future, I must pay a visit to Baron Boris's castle as well!" Natasha continued with a smile.

"Er... all right!" Boris felt rather awkward at those words. If the white sugar truly belonged to him, he would probably have been over the moon by now.

But the problem was that the white sugar belonged to Nalant. If Natasha visited his territory, she would instead see through the matter of the white sugar.

When that happened, let alone treating him as she treated Nalant, she would probably only treat him as well as Rell out of consideration for Nalant's sake.

After chatting briefly with Boris, Natasha turned her gaze back to Nalant.

"Sir Nalant, are you really going to make a lady stand while talking with you?"

"Please, have a seat, Miss Natasha!" Nalant was speechless. He waved to the maid beside him, and only after she brought over a chair did he gesture for Natasha to sit.

Natasha's smile bloomed like a flower. Rather than